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GHK DXD Chapter 7 The Night Finally Ends
🕑 Added 2025-09-01 18:02:42 +0000 UTCThe street was eerily quiet now, as the chaos had ended. Issei shifted uncomfortably, the cold night air brushing against the sweat on his skin.
Alright… let’s see here. He closed his eyes for a moment and mentally pulled up the System. The familiar chime echoed faintly in his head.
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Issei’s lips curved into a shaky grin. ‘Seven rolls! That’s more than I’ve ever had before…’ His heart raced with excitement. ‘What kind of girls will show up this time? Another Onee-san like Priscilla? Maybe someone calmer to balance out Nyaruko? Or… oh man, what if it’s another wild one?’
He shook his head, forcing the thought away. Now wasn’t the time to get lost in fantasies. They still had visitors coming.
“Master, what should I do with Kalawarna?” Raynare appeared at his side, Kalawarna slumped unconscious in her arms. She bowed her head briefly toward Evangeline.
“Take her away,” Evangeline said simply, her tone like a queen brushing dust from her sleeve. “Make sure she’s secured. We’ll decide her fate later.”
Raynare nodded immediately. “As you command, Mistress.” She adjusted her grip on Kalawarna and began to turn, dragging the limp Fallen across the street.
“Wait,” Issei called after her, his voice firm despite his fatigue. She paused, glancing back curiously. “Can you… also check on my parents? Just make sure they’re okay. I don’t want them waking up to this mess.”
For a brief moment, something softer flickered across Raynare’s face. She gave a small bow, this time to him directly. “Understood, Master. I will see to it.”
With that, she disappeared into the shadows, Kalawarna in tow.
Reya, who had been standing silently with her hands clasped in front of her, finally found her voice. “Where… where are you taking her?”
Kaguya turned her head just enough to cast Reya a disdainful glance. Her crimson eyes gleamed with cold authority. “That is none of your concern. Mind your own business, unless you’d like to regret overstepping.”
Reya stiffened, lips pressing into a thin line, and wisely kept her silence.
Issei leaned slightly toward Kaguya, lowering his voice to a whisper. “Don’t you think you’re being a little… rude? She hasn’t really done anything wrong.”
Kaguya’s gaze snapped to him, imperious and unwavering. “And what do you suggest, husband? That we lay bare our intentions to an outsider? That we play with kindness so she can carry tales back to her master?” She shook her head, her tone sharp. “No. We must not show weakness, nor reveal our hand. You will not tell them anything about yourself—or us. It is unwise to show all of our cards before we know if they are friend or foe.”
Issei sighed, rubbing the back of his neck. “Yeah… I get it. It just feels harsh, is all.”
From the side, a voice piped up. “Hey! What are you two whispering about?”
Nyaruko leaned in close, eyes narrowed suspiciously, her crowbar casually resting against her shoulder.
“It’s nothing,” Kaguya said curtly, her nose tilting upward. “Nothing a brute like you could possibly comprehend.”
“B-brute?!” Nyaruko’s hair seemed to flare with indignation. “How dare you! I’ll have you know I fight with elegance and precision!”
Kaguya sniffed, unimpressed. “You threw bombs at random, nearly killing our own husband. That is not elegance,it’s recklessness.”
“Those bombs were tactical!” Nyaruko shot back, her voice rising as she jabbed her finger toward Kaguya. “And besides, Darling’s fine! He even looked cool when Priscilla had to scoop him up!”
“That’s not the point!” Kaguya snapped, crossing her arms, her cheeks faintly pink from frustration.
The two locked into a heated bicker, sparks practically flying between them as their words tumbled over each other in rapid-fire bursts.
Issei groaned, dragging a hand down his face. ‘Great. Just great. And they’re doing this right in front of Reya…’
Reya, for her part, stood stiff as a board, caught between fear and disbelief as she watched two incredibly powerful beings squabble like children in front of her. She dared not speak, but her expression screamed one thought: ‘What kind of nightmare have I stumbled into…? Sona-kaichou please hurry!’
But suddenly the air suddenly shifted.
A blue glow bloomed against the cracked pavement, lines etching themselves in precise geometric patterns. At its center, the crest of the Sitri family shimmered.
Evangeline tilted her head, her crimson eyes glinting as she studied the circle. “Hmph. A teleportation array.” She smirked faintly. “How quaint.”
Issei swallowed, his gut tightening.
The circle flared, and from its light stepped a group of familiar figures. Souna Shitori—no, Sona Sitri—led at the front, her school uniform as crisp as always, glasses reflecting the glow as she carried herself with calm authority. Behind her were faces Issei knew well from school:
Tsubaki Shinra, the ever-composed vice president, her long black hair flowing behind her and a naginata in her hand.
Momo Hanakai, the white haired girl’s fingers twitching nervously at the hem of her uniform.
Tomoe Meguri, a reddish-brown haired girl with a sword by her side..
Tsubasa Yura, the blue haired girl, sported an eager grin.
Finally Ruruko Nimura, the youngest, glancing nervously at the carnage all around.
All of them wore the same school uniforms as Issei had always seen them in, but now their stances made them look anything but ordinary as he saw them tensing for any sign of danger.
Sona’s gaze swept across the battlefield. Her lips pressed together as she took in the scorched pavement, the blood splatters, the lingering ash and smoke that curled upward. It made her wonder how the neighbors haven’t woken up yet from all the noise and damages that had taken place.
Her eyes lingered longest on the group before her. On Issei, looking awkward and out of place despite the Sacred Gear on his arm. On Evangeline, who stood with arms folded and an expression of detached amusement. On Kaguya, who radiated arrogance. To Nyaruko, whose crowbar was still dripping with soot and blood. And finally—on Priscilla.
For just a heartbeat, Sona’s composure faltered, her eyes widening slightly as she took in the dragon-woman’s towering height and the sheer oppressive aura she exuded. But the flicker of surprise vanished almost as quickly as it appeared, hidden behind the polished wall of her usual calm.
Sona adjusted her glasses, her tone as sharp as a blade. “Hyoudou Issei. I am surprised… to learn that you were the cause of this mess.”
Issei felt every eye turn to him. He rubbed the back of his head nervously, his laugh awkward and forced. “Y-Yeah, well… I’m just as surprised to learn that you’re a devil.”
The corner of Sona’s mouth twitched—whether in amusement or annoyance, he couldn’t tell. She gave a small nod, her tone businesslike. “Then let us not waste time. This is my territory. You and your… companions,” her eyes flicked across the gathered girls, “have caused a significant disturbance here tonight. So I will ask you directly.”
Her gaze sharpened as she leveled it on Issei.
“What are all of you doing in my territory… and why did you see fit to turn my streets into a battlefield?”
The silence that followed was heavy.
Issei swallowed hard, the weight of her words pressing down on him even more than the stares of his companions. Man… and I thought my mom yelling at me was scary. At least she doesn’t have glowing devil magic backing her up.
Behind him, Nyaruko twirled her crowbar with a grin, whispering, “Darling, want me to bonk the glasses girl?”
“Shhh, don’t say that,” Issei hissed through his teeth.
Kaguya’s chin tilted higher, her voice continued to drip with disdain at having to receive orders from anyone. “How presumptuous of you to think this land belongs to anyone but myself and my husband.”
Priscilla said nothing, but her massive frame shifted slightly closer to Issei, a protective shadow towering over him.
And Issei… could only sigh. ‘Why do I feel like this is going to be even worse than the fight we just had.’
“This land,” She said, her tone as crisp as the click of her glasses against the bridge of her nose, “was personally given to the Devil faction by the Shinto Pantheon. It is not yours. It was entrusted to me and one other heiress to maintain, to protect, and to govern.” Her eyes flicked toward Kaguya, cool and unblinking. “By every account that matters, this territory belongs to us. Which means that all of you… are trespassers.”
The words echoed in the night, heavy and sharp.
Kaguya’s face twisted in disdain, her crimson eyes flashing with indignation. She gave a sharp tsk. Her silken sleeves swayed as she folded her arms, her posture straightening like a queen insulted by an unworthy petitioner.
“How utterly absurd,” She said coldly. “For the gods of the Shinto to hand over dominion of this land to devils? What were they thinking, allowing such creatures to claim authority?” Her voice was honey over venom.
The air thickened with tension. Even the remnants of smoke from the battle seemed to cling heavier in the silence that followed.
Issei blinked, caught off guard. His thoughts stumbled over each other, tripping in confusion. ‘Wait, wait, wait. Back up. The Shinto Pantheon? You mean like the actual Japanese gods? Amaterasu? Susanoo? And they just… gave Kouh away?’
He raised a hand, rubbing the back of his neck. “Uh, sorry, but… I’ve been living here my whole life. And I didn’t know any of this.” He glanced at Sona, his brow furrowed. “So, like… who’ve my parents been paying taxes to, then? If Kouh isn’t part of Japan anymore, then what—?”
Sona’s lips pressed together in the faintest line, her patience tested. She adjusted her glasses with one finger and sighed softly, her composure never breaking.
“Kouh is still very much part of Japan,” She clarified, her tone firm but patient, as though explaining to a foolish child. “Your human government, your laws, your taxes—none of that has changed. To the human world, this is still Japan, and nothing about that will ever be questioned.”
Her eyes narrowed, glinting in the light of the streetlamp. “But in the supernatural world, it is different. Here, it is devils who hold dominion. Our responsibility is to keep order, to keep the balance, and above all, to ensure that the majority of humans remain blissfully ignorant of what lurks beneath the surface.”
She let the weight of her words settle before continuing. “So when battles like this erupt in the middle of my territory, destroying streets, leaving corpses, and threatening exposure… it falls to me to address it.”
Issei shifted on his feet, guilt creeping in at her words. ‘Damn it… she’s not wrong. The street looks like a warzone. If the neighbors wake up, how am I supposed to explain all the blood and ash?’
Beside him, Nyaruko twirled her crowbar as if bored, whispering under her breath, “Darling? She’s basically calling you a naughty little trespasser. If you want I can make her disappear.”
“Shhh! Weren’t you a cop?” Issei whispered back not wanting her to make the situation worse as he wondered where she was getting these ideas.
Kaguya, however, was seething. Her voice dripped with venom as she hissed, “The Shinto’s judgment was flawed. If anyone should hold dominion over this land, it is myself and my husband—not devils.”
Evangeline meanwhile stayed silent as she wanted more information over their situation, her blue eyes flickering between Sona and Kaguya.
Priscilla said nothing, but her towering frame shifted closer to Issei wanting to make sure they don’t do anything to him.
Issei then raised both hands in a pacifying gesture, trying to keep the tension from boiling over. The silence in the street was already heavy, and he could feel Sona’s piercing gaze drilling into him, demanding answers he wasn’t sure how to give.
“L-Look,” Issei began, scratching his cheek nervously, “I don’t really wanna cause more trouble. Truth is… I’m pretty new to all of this. The supernatural, devils, Fallen Angels—everything. I only found out about any of it recently.” He shifted awkwardly, glancing at the girls beside him. “And these girls… they’re also new to Kouh. We’re just trying to figure things out—”
But before he could continue, Kaguya’s sharp voice cut him off like a blade.
“Husband enough.” she declared, stepping forward with regal poise. Her crimson eyes glowed faintly, her sleeves swaying as though stirred by a phantom wind. “We do not have to tell her anything about ourselves. She has no right to demand it.”
Issei winced. “Kaguya, I didn’t mean—”
But Kaguya pressed on, ignoring him completely. “But let me tell you this. We were suddenly teleported here. Fate and destiny itself decreed that Issei Hyoudou would become our husband and sent us here without his knowledge." Her gaze turned to Sona, unwavering and proud. “And because of that we became Issei Hyoudou wives. That is all you need to know.”
The words rang through the ruined street like a proclamation.
“D-Darling~!” Nyaruko cried, practically vibrating with joy. She latched onto Issei’s arm with both hands, snuggling against him with stars in her eyes. “Did you hear that? My precious darling, destiny decided that you are my husband! That’s you!”
Issei’s face went scarlet. “I-I heard her, Nyaruko! You don’t have to squeeze so hard!”
Priscilla, calm and unbothered, simply inclined her head in agreement. “It is true. Issei is my mate. That bond cannot be denied.” Her golden-green eyes softened slightly as she looked at him, her towering presence shielding him like a wall.
If Issei had been red before, now he was practically steaming. ‘Mate?! Why does she have to say it like that?! Everyone’s watching!’
Evangeline, meanwhile, flushed bright red, her crimson eyes widening in outrage. “Wh-Wh-What nonsense are you spouting?!” She snapped, her small frame trembling with indignation. “I still haven’t accepted that outcome!”
Her shout echoed in the night, sharp and emotional, her voice cracking just slightly at the edges. She looked anywhere but at Issei, her fists clenched tight.
Kaguya gave her a sidelong glance, lips curling into a knowing smile. “Why do you keep fighting it, Evangeline? You simply have yet to face reality.”
“Sh-Shut up!” Evangeline barked, her cheeks burning. “I’ll decide my own future, thank you very much!”
Their bickering nearly restarted, but Kaguya’s attention turned her gaze back toward Sona, her tone dripping with icy certainty.
“So let me warn you, if anything were to happen to our husband,” Kaguya said, every word carrying weight, “if he were to suffer so much as a scratch from enemies—or from so-called allies—we would show no mercy.”
The atmosphere shifted. The statement wasn’t a threat—it was a promise. The aura radiating from Kaguya, Priscilla, and even Nyaruko was heavy enough that the Sitri peerage instinctively straightened, their hands tightening on their weapons.
Sona, however, did not flinch. Her expression remained composed, though her eyes sharpened behind her glasses.
Internally, though, questions twisted through her mind. ‘Why Hyoudou Issei?’ Of all the humans in Kouh or the world, why was he the one to suddenly attract these beings? Her peerage knew his reputation and were left very confused. A lazy, lecherous boy with mediocre grades, more known for being caught peeping than for any real accomplishments.
And yet here he stood, surrounded by powerful, dangerous women who called him husband.
At her side, Tsubaki’s expression flickered with quiet suspicion. Momo’s eyes darted nervously between the group. Tomoe muttered under her breath, “Hyoudou of all people?” Yura let out a low whistle, clearly amused, while Ruruko tilted her head in visible confusion.
Issei, oblivious to the storm his very existence had become, only grew redder by the second. His throat tightened as Kaguya’s declaration replayed in his head.
Sona adjusted her glasses again, her composure steady, though Issei noticed the faintest crease in her brow. The night breeze ruffled her dark hair as she exhaled softly.
“I see…” She murmured. A sigh escaped her lips. She wanted more answers, desperately so—but pressing here, in the middle of a blood-soaked street, risked provoking a scene she couldn’t control. Not when she knew so little about these women who surrounded Hyoudou Issei.
‘Who are they?’ She wondered silently, her sharp eyes drifting across each of them in turn. ‘How powerful are they really? How did they arrive here without a single ripple of warning in my territory? And how… have we not noticed them until now?’
Questions piled upon questions, threatening to unravel the calm mask she wore. But she pushed them down. Until she had better information, restraint was the wiser course.
Finally, she settled her gaze on Issei, her voice even. “Then let me ask you this, Hyoudou. What exactly happened here?”
Issei nearly jumped at being put on the spot again. “Uh… right.” He rubbed the back of his neck, eyes darting between Sona and the devastation all around them. “So… we were just, you know, about to go to bed. Totally minding our own business.”
He paused, glancing toward the girls, then back to Sona’s unimpressed stare. “But then, out of nowhere, my house got surrounded. A whole bunch of exorcists and Fallen Angels showed up. They said they were here to kill me… because I had a Sacred Gear.”
He lifted his arm, the red glove, Twice Critical, still faintly glowing as if to punctuate his words.
Sona’s eyes flicked to it, narrowing slightly behind her glasses.
“So yeah,” Issei continued with a shrug, “they attacked us, and… we fought back.”
Sona tilted her head, her voice low but sharp. “And the attackers? What became of them?”
Issei winced. He probably should have chosen his words more carefully, but honesty slipped out first. “Uh… well… they’re all defeated now.” He scratched his cheek awkwardly. “One of them was being a real pain for Nyaruko, though, and she kinda… uh… blew everyone up.”
The words hung in the air like a stone dropping into a still pond.
Sona blinked once. Slowly.
Behind her, Tsubaki raised her brow in confusion while Tomoe muttered under her breath, “Blew… them up?”
Momo’s lips parted slightly, horrified, while Yura let out a low chuckle. Ruruko whispered something about not wanting to get on Nyaruko’s bad side.
Issei forced a weak grin, sweat dripping down his temple. “Y-Yeah, she gets carried away sometimes. But hey, no one’s coming after me anymore, right?”
Nyaruko, standing just off to his side, had the decency to turn away. She lifted her crowbar casually, whistling a tuneless little note while staring up at the starry night sky, as though she hadn’t heard a word. Her cheeks puffed slightly, an obvious tell that she was pretending not to be guilty.
Issei groaned. “You’re not helping, Nyaruko.”
“Whistle, whistle, totally innocent girl over here,” She sing-songed, still looking everywhere but at Sona.
Priscilla’s massive hand came down gently on Issei’s shoulder, her voice calm but firm. “Do not blame yourself, Issei. They came to end your life. It was only natural they paid with theirs.”
Kaguya sniffed in agreement, her expression regal. “Indeed. Their deaths were inevitable. That one simply expedited the process with her… lack of finesse.” She cast a disdainful glance at Nyaruko, who shot back a glare.
Evangeline chuckled softly, her small frame still radiating an icy aura. “Explosions aside, I found it… amusing.”
Issei felt a vein throb in his temple. ‘Great. Absolutely great. Now Sona thinks I’m some kind of terrorist with a bloodthirsty harem.’
Sona inhaled slowly, her expression unreadable. But behind her glasses, her eyes flickered with calculation. ‘Again, why Hyoudou Issei?’
Sona’s sharp gaze shifted from Issei back to Reya, who still stood stiffly at attention, her hands clasped in front of her as if bracing for judgment.
“Reya,” Sona said, her voice level. “Is what they’ve said true?”
Reya swallowed, the weight of her master’s focus making her throat tight. She nodded firmly. “Yes, Kaichou. The exorcists and Fallen really did surround Hyoudou’s home. They attacked first, and… then their response was overwhelming.” Her eyes flicked briefly to the girls at Issei’s side, lingering nervously on Priscilla’s towering frame before returning to Sona. “But… they also managed to capture one of the Fallen alive.”
The Sitri heiress’s eyes narrowed slightly. “A prisoner?”
Her words immediately drew the focus of the entire peerage. Tsubaki’s expression tightened, Tomoe raised a brow with interest, and Yura muttered something about it being “a good catch.”
Sona adjusted her glasses, turning back toward Issei’s group. “This Fallen. Where is she?”
Evangeline stepped forward, her small frame radiating authority despite her childlike appearance. She tilted her head, her voice smooth but laced with a cold finality. “She is unconscious. You will not get answers from her tonight.” She let her lips curl into a faint, cruel smile. “And as for handing her over? No. She belongs to us now.”
The declaration struck like ice.
Sona studied Evangeline for a long, quiet moment, her expression never wavering. Behind her, Momo shifted uneasily, while Ruruko frowned in clear disapproval. Tsubaki, ever composed, kept her gaze locked on Evangeline, silent but sharp.
Issei felt the tension thicken again. ‘Oh no. Oh no, oh no. This is bad. This feels like a “war is about to break out because my girls can’t play nice” kind of bad.’
But Sona finally exhaled through her nose and adjusted her glasses once more. “Very well. If she cannot speak now, then pressing further tonight is pointless.”
Issei blinked. ‘Wait, she’s backing off?’
Evangeline smirked faintly, as if savoring a small victory.
Sona’s gaze swept across the battlefield one final time. “There is much to discuss. Reya will give me a full report, and I will need to confer with Rias as well… regarding what to do about you.” Her tone cooled further as her eyes rested on Issei. “Unknown forces with unknown goals cannot be ignored.”
Issei swallowed hard, heat crawling up the back of his neck. He didn’t like the way she said unknown, like he was some puzzle she couldn’t solve.
But before she turned away, Sona added, “Hyoudou Issei. Tomorrow, you will come to the student council office. You may bring your… harem with you. We will speak further then.”
“H-Harem?!” Issei yelped, his face flushing red instantly. “Well I wouldn’t call them that!”
Nyaruko quickly voiced her objection. “Hey, I’ll have you know that darling only belongs to me!”
Kaguya also denied being placed at the same level as Nyaruko “Ignore the brute, I’ll have you know that I am the official wife and the rest are simply cocubines at best.”
Priscilla inclined her head calmly. “A fitting description.”
Evangeline turned scarlet and shouted, “I-I still haven’t agreed to that outcome!”
Sona ignored their outbursts. She simply raised a hand, and her peerage moved in close around her with practiced precision.
Another teleportation circle sparked to life at their feet, the intricate crest of Sitri glowing brighter and brighter until the entire street was bathed in blue light. The hum of magic filled the air, sharp and efficient.
Issei squinted, watching as Sona gave him one last assessing look. There was no malice in it, only calculation—the gaze of someone already running possibilities and contingencies through her head.
And then, in a flash of light, they were gone.
The street fell silent again, save for the distant chirp of cicadas and the faint whistle of wind through the ruined houses.
Issei let out the breath he’d been holding, his shoulders slumping. “Man… tomorrow’s gonna be a nightmare.”
For a long moment, no one said anything.
Then Issei let out a groan and turned toward Kaguya. “Did you really have to be that rude to them?”
Kaguya looked down at him with imperious calm, her crimson eyes glowing faintly in the dark. “Yes. Absolutely.” She lifted her chin, the very picture of arrogance. “When dealing with nobles, you must always show a strong front. To show weakness is to invite exploitation. Do you wish to be taken advantage of, husband?”
Issei scratched his cheek, frowning. “…No, I guess not.” He sighed. ‘Still, couldn’t you have been a little less ‘I’ll kill you if you breathe’?’
Shaking his head, he finally looked around—and immediately wished he hadn’t.
The neighborhood continued to be a disaster zone. The street was cratered, lamp posts bent at impossible angles, walls cracked open like rotten eggs. Blood had pooled in the gutter, dark streaks staining the concrete, and scattered body parts still smoked faintly where Nyaruko’s bombs had gone off.
Issei winced, his stomach rolling. “Uh… this is bad. Really bad. Can we, you know, fix the neighborhood? Before the neighbors wake up and wonder why the street looks like a horror movie set?”
Kaguya’s expression softened into something between indulgence and pride. “Of course, husband. That much is simple.” She lifted one delicate hand and snapped her fingers.
Reality groaned.
Issei’s eyes widened as the destruction began to reverse itself. Cracks in the pavement sealed, rubble leapt back into place, shattered walls knit together seamlessly. Even the street lamps straightened, their bulbs repairing as if time itself was unwinding. In moments, the block looked as though nothing had ever happened.
“…Whoa,” Issei breathed, his mouth hanging open. “Seeing your power in action is always impressive. It’s like a rewind button for real life.”
But then his gaze dropped back down to the ground—where the blood still stained the pavement. Puddles of crimson glistened under the lamplight. And the scattered body parts? Still there. Neat houses and clean walls, but gore everywhere.
Issei paled. “Uh… Kaguya? You missed a really big part.”
Kaguya simply gave a graceful shrug, utterly unbothered. “I control time, husband. I can’t do anything about the body parts.”
Issei pinched the bridge of his nose. “Great. Just great.”
He turned desperately toward the only other option. “Hey, Evangeline—think you can do something about this?”
The little vampire tilted her head, crimson eyes gleaming with mischief. “Oh, I can. Quite easily.”
Relief washed through Issei. “Thank God. Okay, then—”
“But…” Evangeline smirked, her lips curling upward, “I’m hungry.”
Issei blinked. “…Hungry? That’s fine, I can whip something up real quick. I know my way around the kitchen—”
Her smirk widened into something sharper. “That’s not the kind of food I want.”
Issei’s relief turned to confusion. “…Then… what kind of food do you want?”
Evangeline’s eyes glinted like rubies as she leaned closer, her voice silken and low. “Did you forget what I am, Issei?”
For a moment, his mind went blank. Then the pieces clicked into place. His face made a quick realization as he remembered.
“Right. I remember you're a vampire…”
She gave a slow, satisfied nod. “Exactly. So tell me, husband… how do you think I intend to sate my hunger?”
Issei’s heart skipped a beat, his pulse hammering in his throat. He glanced nervously at the others—Priscilla watching in calm silence, Kaguya hiding a smirk behind her sleeve, Nyaruko grinning like she was watching her favorite soap opera.
Issei swallowed hard as Evangeline’s crimson eyes lingered on him. His pulse thudded in his ears, and for a moment he imagined her teeth sinking into his neck.
“…If that’s all it takes,” He said, his voice a little shaky but sincere as he wondered if it would hurt, “then you can have my blood. Gladly. Just… please, help me clean this up.”
The vampire blinked. “Eh?”
Before she could tease him, Issei leaned forward, worry written across his face. “Wait—hang on. Evangeline, are you even eating properly?” His words tumbled out, his hands flailing slightly. “This is the first time you’ve ever asked to drink blood since I summoned you! What if you’ve been starving yourself?! What if you’re weak because you’ve been holding back?!”
The street went quiet.
Evangeline stared at him, utterly taken aback. That was not the reaction she expected. She’d anticipated fear, maybe nervous bargaining, or at the very least flustered stammering. Not… this. Not him fretting over her health like she was some neglected pet.
“…You idiot,” She muttered at last, her voice uncharacteristically soft. “Do you think I’d collapse just because I skipped a meal?”
Issei rubbed the back of his neck, cheeks pink. “Well… I dunno. You’ve been fighting a lot, and I don’t want you hurting yourself just because you’re too proud to say something.”
Evangeline’s lips parted, then closed. She crossed her arms with a huff, trying to reassemble her usual composure. “Tch. Listen carefully, you fool. I am a true vampire. Unlike lesser breeds, I do not need blood to survive. It strengthens me, yes, and I enjoy it, but it isn’t vital. That is why I can stand in sunlight and walk among humans without issue.”
Issei’s eyes widened. “So that’s why you never freaked out during the day…” He paused, then gave a relieved grin. “Good. Still, if you want to drink, I don’t mind. You want it now, or… later?”
Evangeline froze. His casual offer rattled her more than it should have. “…Later,” She finally said, her cheeks faintly tinged pink. “I am not some beast who feeds in the open like an animal.”
She flicked her fingers, and several dark-red magic circles flared to life above the street. They hovered over every stain, every shredded limb, every splatter of gore. Then, with a whisper of powerful, tiny flames erupted from the circles, cascading downward like burning rain.
The fire was strange—cold and silent, consuming without spreading. It devoured blood, flesh, and ash alike, until there was nothing left but faint wisps of smoke that vanished into the night air. Within minutes, the street was spotless, as though no battle had ever taken place.
Issei let out a long breath, shoulders sagging in relief. “Wow… it’s perfect. Thank you, Evangeline.”
Her eyes widened. For a heartbeat she was motionless, caught off guard by the simple gratitude in his voice. Then she spun away, her cheeks flushed scarlet. “D-Don’t misunderstand! For someone of my skill, that was nothing at all!”
Issei chuckled softly. ‘She’s really bad at hiding when she’s embarrassed.’
Behind them, the others watched with varying degrees of suspicion.
Kaguya’s gaze narrowed, her fan snapping open to hide her mouth. “Hmm. So the vampire can be swayed by kindness.”
Priscilla tilted her head, her towering frame looming over Evangeline with quiet curiosity. “Does this mean she has accepted her place as one of Issei’s mates?”
“Darling’s harem grows bigger!” Nyaruko sang, hugging his arm with gleeful abandon. “But no matter how many join, I’ll always be the favorite, right? Right~?”
Issei groaned, his face flushing red again. “C-Come on, don’t make it sound like that!”
But the way Evangeline’s shoulders stiffened, her blue eyes darting away, told everyone else what they were already thinking.
Whether she admitted it or not, she was slowly being pulled into Issei’s orbit.
With the streets finally restored to some semblance of peace, Issei and the girls turned back toward home. The quiet walk was a relief after the chaos of battle, but as they rounded the corner, Issei’s relief died in his throat.
His family home loomed ahead, and the gaping wound on the second floor stared back at him like an open mouth. The entire wall was shredded, splintered wood and broken tiles dangling precariously. Curtains fluttered in the night wind, swaying like a flag of surrender.
“...Oh crap,” Issei groaned, dragging his hands down his face. “There it is. Mom and Dad are so gonna kill me.”
Priscilla followed his gaze, her tall frame shifting uncomfortably. Her golden-green eyes softened with guilt, and she bowed her head slightly. “I apologize, Master Issei. I lost my composure earlier. In my haste to protect you, I caused… unnecessary damage.”
Issei turned toward her, startled at how sad she looked. For someone so massive and terrifying in battle, she looked almost timid now. He shook his head quickly, waving his hands. “No, no, don’t apologize! You broke out to help me, remember? If anything, I should be thanking you. My house can be fixed. My life… not so much.”
Her expression softened further, the faintest blush coloring her pale cheeks.
Kaguya, however, flicked her hair back and spoke with a sigh that carried the air of royalty dealing with troublesome children. “Very well. I shall repair the house… but only once Priscilla has proven she can enter it properly. Otherwise she will simply create yet another hole, and we will be back to the beginning.”
Priscilla inclined her head respectfully. “Understood.”
The dragon-woman jumped and crouched and carefully tried to wedge her enormous frame through the very hole she had created earlier. Every motion was delicate, her white hair spilling across the broken edges, but her sheer size worked against her.
Crunch!
A wooden beam snapped under her weight.
Crack!
Plaster rained down from the ceiling.
Issei’s heart sank further with every noise. ‘There goes the living room. And there goes Mom’s favorite lamp. Oh God, this is painful to watch.’
He covered his face with both hands and peeked through his fingers like someone watching a horror movie. “Priscilla, careful, careful—oh no, not the shelf! That was where we kept the photo albums—!”
Finally, with one last awkward shuffle, Priscilla managed to get her body inside. She sat back on her knees, arranging herself as comfortably as possible in the cramped space, looking absurdly out of place yet serene. “I am inside.”
Issei released the breath he’d been holding. “...Thank God.”
Kaguya quickly snapped her fingers.
In an instant, the house began to heal. Splintered wood knit back together, tiles leapt into place, glass reformed with a crystalline shimmer. The gaping hole shrank and sealed itself as if time itself had reversed, erasing every trace of destruction.
Issei’s jaw dropped as he watched the miracle unfold. “Like always super impressive.”
Within moments, the Hyoudou home stood whole again. The second floor looked pristine, the walls smooth, the windows clear, as though nothing had ever happened.
“...It’s perfect,” Issei breathed, awe coloring his tone. “Just like new. You’re amazing, Kaguya.”
The moonlight glinted in her crimson eyes as she closed her fan with a sharp snap. “Of course I am,” She said with regal satisfaction.
Nyaruko, leaning on her crowbar with a grin, added, “Good thing, too. Otherwise Darling’s parents would’ve walked out like, ‘Why is our house now modern art?’”
Issei groaned. “Please don’t even joke about that…”
With weary steps, Issei led the girls through the front door. The faint scent of home welcomed him, so familiar it almost drowned out the memory of smoke and blood from the streets outside. Almost.
Nyaruko bounded in first, crowbar resting on her shoulder, her silver hair swaying with each exaggerated step. She glanced back at Issei, her wide grin softened into something a little more serious. “Darling~ Are you actually going to meet that devil girl tomorrow? The one with the glasses and the ‘I’m too cool for everyone’ look?”
Issei scratched the back of his neck, wincing. “Yeah… I think I might as well. I don’t really want to cause any more trouble between us. If hearing her out keeps the peace, then… why not?”
Nyaruko pouted but didn’t argue further, though the way she clung to his arm said she wasn’t thrilled with the idea.
From behind them, Evangeline stepped lightly inside, her crimson eyes gleaming with something calculating. “Speaking of tomorrow,” she said casually, her voice smooth but edged with curiosity, “when are you planning to summon the new girls?”
The air froze.
Kaguya stopped mid-step, her sleeve-covered hand tightening around her fan. Nyaruko whipped her head around so fast her hair nearly smacked Issei in the face. Both spoke at once.
“New girls?” Kaguya asked, her voice sharp as a blade.
“Darling, what new girls?!” Nyaruko yelped, her tone dripping with jealousy.
Issei flinched, sweat beading on his temple. “Uh… w-well… I wasn’t going to bring it up yet, but…” He sighed, realizing there was no escape. “After the fight tonight, the System said I got seven new Gacha rolls.”
Two pairs of eyes locked on him with varying degrees of disbelief and irritation.
“I… was planning to summon them tomorrow morning, before the meeting with Sona-Kaichou. Just to see who shows up, you know?” He laughed nervously. “Could be useful?”
The silence that followed was louder than any explosion Nyaruko had thrown earlier.
Kaguya exhaled sharply through her nose, snapping her fan open. “More competition,” she muttered, her prideful gaze narrowing. “Fate already binds you to us. Why must it insist on throwing others into the mix?”
Nyaruko puffed her cheeks, clinging to Issei’s arm like a child refusing to share her toy. “Darling’s mine! Mine, mine, mine!”
Evangeline smirked at the chaos she had stirred. “Tch. Relax. He’ll need every bit of help he can get tomorrow. Think of it as reinforcements.”
The others weren’t happy about it, but the weight of her words silenced further protest. Even Kaguya’s glare softened into reluctant acknowledgment.
Issei let out a long sigh.
He turned to Evangeline, hoping to shift the topic. “So… about your blood thing. Do you, uh… want to drink now? Or later?”
Her lips curled into a mischievous smile. “Later. Tonight I have other amusements to attend to.” She chuckled darkly, eyes glinting with cruel delight. “There’s still another Fallen to convert to our side.”
Issei’s jaw dropped. “Y-You can’t just—” He stopped, sighed, and rubbed his temples. “You know what? I don’t even have the energy to argue with that right now.”
He trudged toward the guest room, his body heavy with exhaustion. Inside, Priscilla had already made herself comfortable, her long form curled gracefully across the futon. Her golden-green eyes softened as he entered, her tail swaying lazily.
Nyaruko wasted no time bounding in behind him, tossing her crowbar into the corner with a clang before latching onto him with a victorious grin.
Issei dropped down between them with a groan, covering his face with both hands. “Tomorrow’s going to be hell…”
But as Priscilla’s warmth pressed against one side of him and Nyaruko’s playful hum filled his other ear, his eyes slowly closed. Exhaustion dragged him down, deeper and deeper, until sleep finally claimed him.
For now, at least, the world was quiet.
Finally Done. Tell me what you think and if I made any mistakes. Like always this commission was brought to you by Deus Ex Mima. What do you think will happen tomorrow? What do you think Sona will want to talk to Issei about? Who do you think will be summoned? Special thanks to masterofyuri and Dillan Guzman for the help.
Comments
Alexander
Creo que despues de estas 7 tarde tiempo en invocar mas para poder conocer mejor estas.
Francisco Diego
These girls have knives for tongues. Good luck, Issei. I hope more crazy girls show up, but that at least one of them helps Issei more.
